This is a song about "Boxes"

Feeling obnoxious, shoved into lockers and boxes, prominent,

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Put the money in boxes and sell it and still make profit,

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

I'm stuck inside a slump runnin' numbers like proportion boxes,

Your dropping more names than ups drops boxes

I can teach you all the sounds of love

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I really hate people putting dvds back in the wrong boxes,

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

Workin' in stations, fixin' up boxes, grabs paper sheets, writin' down rhymes//

Cause they putting us in boxes now i'm breaking us free

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy